I've kinda got a stupid goal. I'm trying to get to 404. I want to have my picture taken standing on the scale with the glowing red letters showing '404' so I can caption it 'File Not Found.' Just a stupid trivia photo I want for my personal collection. Right now I'm at 402.19. I'll give up if I can't get it right in a month or so.

The scale at my gym reads like that. It's a sophisticated platform on the floor against the wall with a wire leading to a monitor mounted on the wall at eye level that reads weights up to 440 pounds. It never gives a solid '100' or '280' - it always reads '100.26' or some other point percentage. I don't even care if it's exact, it can say '404.44' even. Maybe I'll put one shoe on and one shoe off or I'll spit out my tongue piercing to get the numbers right but somehow that feels like cheating to me.

Special Olympics.

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The gym is my belated 40th birthday gift to myself to help fight the ravages of aging, mental and physical deterioration and boerdom. When I weighed myself back in the summer on a scale of questionable accuracy I was 383 or some such number. I know it was in the 80's somewhere. Recently I joined the gym and was flabbergasted when the scale told me I weighed 402.19. A gain of round about 20 pounds was a real surprise, I didn't expect to see that. Since I'm already in the neighborhood anyway I may as well conduct a few sick experiments and see what happens. 404 is the magic number. It's all in twisted fun just to say, "I did this and this is what I learned about me."

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Expecting the world to treat you kindly because you are a good person is like expecting the bull not to charge because you are a vegetarian.

"...If the only pain you recognize as valid is your own, of course you'll have trouble identifying it when you see it in other people. That's the trouble with narcissism. It makes you really inadequate and boring."

If it's just about the number, you could hold a 1.81 pound barbell while you take the picture...

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Originally Posted by LillyBBBW

The gym is my belated 40th birthday gift to myself to help fight the ravages of aging, mental and physical deterioration and boerdom. When I weighed myself back in the summer on a scale of questionable accuracy I was 383 or some such number. I know it was in the 80's somewhere. Recently I joined the gym and was flabbergasted when the scale told me I weighed 402.19. A gain of round about 20 pounds was a real surprise, I didn't expect to see that. Since I'm already in the neighborhood anyway I may as conduct a few sick experiments and see what happens. 404 is the magic number. It's all in twisted fun just to say, "I did this and this is what I learned about me."

The gym is my belated 40th birthday gift to myself to help fight the ravages of aging, mental and physical deterioration and boerdom. When I weighed myself back in the summer on a scale of questionable accuracy I was 383 or some such number. I know it was in the 80's somewhere. Recently I joined the gym and was flabbergasted when the scale told me I weighed 402.19. A gain of round about 20 pounds was a real surprise, I didn't expect to see that. Since I'm already in the neighborhood anyway I may as well conduct a few sick experiments and see what happens. 404 is the magic number. It's all in twisted fun just to say, "I did this and this is what I learned about me."

Great update, Lilly!
You are cool Maybe you hold a stack of donuts in one hand next time you weigh yourself at the gym and see what the scale says

when I started, my measurements were 62-63-74. As of Friday morning, they were 64-68-76. What's funny is that until a week ago, I'd added more (inch-wise) to my bust. I got to spend the weekend with my boyfriend--buffet trips happened--so I have no idea what my measurements are at this very moment.

Rebecca, I read all the threads on the Weight Board, and sometimes I can relate and sometimes I can't, but it's always interesting. Intellectually I've been able to grasp what the feeder/feedee relationships are about, but they seem to be hard to explain.

But this is the first time I've read someone's post and thought, "Oh! So THAT'S what it's all about!" I really appreciate what you wrote. For anyone who isn't a feeder or feedee, it really does explain why you love it. And it sounds wonderful and you sound happy.

YAY thanks for this thread. You rock.

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